In the style I have become accustomed to; I made this last trip incredibly hard for myself.
At the airport with an hour to spare, passport safe, all looking good.
"And where is your Visa sir?" The kindly pacific island woman asked... Shit.
In my excitement I had forgotten to actually read my visa confirmation email past the word confirmed in the second line. The rest said I had to log in online as a user and confirm and print the documents. I ran down the travelator like a 1990's gladiator! I think my gladiator name would be 'sunburn' or maybe 'catastrophe' I would pick one of them as I feel the obvious choice 'Dickhead' wouldn't get past the itv commissioning committee pre watershead.
It doesn't end there. I got to a computer. What's my username??? I have $2.39 on my mobile. A very rushed call to New Zealand immigration and a print fee that felt as good on my wallet as prison rape and off I go, checked in and ready to go!
The flight was at least un eventful. I waited a few hours at the other end, excited about the final leg of my trip for Cat who had kindly offered to pick me up. Unfortunately as 8:30 rolled around I realised my Australian sim was not working... Bugger. Hand in the pocket time again! I paid out for the pay phone and used all of 20 seconds of my 10 minuet minimum spend to find out Cat was just outside.
Cat, who I had spent Christmas and new year with picked me up and took me to her lovley home. I bonded with Brendon, her housemate straight away as he was off to get a kebab! I jumped in and had a munch before a well earned rest.
The next day I got a bus into the city, after Cat had gone for business in Dunidan. As I was checking in who do I see but Steine. The girl I had undercharged for her trip and ended up taking to a pool then BBQ on the Yarra river bank!
We had a strole along the quay before I left for another knowledge bomb at the Maritime museum. The museum was distinctly average until I found the museum tour, which I swiftly joined. I later found out it was a tour organised for a cruise ship! No wonder I was the youngest by 40 years!
Later that afternoon I met Joe. I say met Joe... He tried to make me jump but accidentally ran square into a glass wall, bouncing off like a startled fly, leaving me at first confused then laughing my tits off!
After we devoured an entire chicken I met my bay of Islands tour group for a beer or three.
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